Here is my recap post on 2011's Geelong show.
In a nutshell, I won the best decorated cupcakes!
Now in 2012 as the date approached, I didn't have a plan of what I was going to do.
The submission day drew nearer and I gave less fucks (and got more pregnant) and I decided that I wouldn't enter after all.
I decided that was a shithouse idea 48 hours before submissions were due (giving up is not an option) so I went to the cake decorating shop and bought myself some fondant.
After a lot of deliberation (ok, maybe an hour of thinking what would be easy but cool), I decided to go with The Very Hungry Caterpillar which is a pretty popular kids book, as I am sure you - smart, savvy person you are - are aware of.
(it was listed in the top 10 of best children's books too, incase you didn't know! Good work Eric Carle! Good work!)
I had to make 4 cupcakes so I made 1 x caterpillar and 3 x food.
Yes! We were on track! This was a GREAT MOTHERFUCKIN' IDEA after all:
There was pride in my heart and I was pretty sure that there was $3 prize money and a little cardboard certificate with my name on it was in my future.
My mother's enemy Janet (perpetual "cook of the year" and multiple rosette winner) was wearing the same clothes as the last million years:
She also held pole position during judging!
Things were good. Random grannies said how much they liked my cupcakes as I carried them into the building.
Yes, $3 prize, here I come.
But ...... oh dear. The news was not good.
The judge was having a bit of an off day perhaps (or perhaps I am just completely delusional, which would explain everything!). Whatever is the reason, as soon as she saw the cupcakes she didn't react like one should when viewing The Very Hungry Caterpillar in fondant form.
She didn't react at all.
And then I realised: she didn't recognise it!
The judge ummed and ahhhed over the cupcakes (5 total entries perhaps?) and said, regarding my cupcakes:
"Oh look, it's a little grub!"
WHAT THE FUCK?
(Eric Carle you are still alive and I am sorry. I am just so sorry!)
So - I didn't win. In fact it's kind of lucky I came second.
Bow before your illustrious winner:
(NOTE THE CONTRABAND PRE-PURCHASED DECORATIONS)
Now perhaps I am a sore loser, but whatever.
Geelong show 2013: game on, moles.